You may recall the gift I received for Christmas. Yes, the dishwasher. I am still not sure of the button sequence to start it, so HeWho is in charge of dragging the machine across the floor and hooking it up to water and power. I load it, add the detergent, and unload it when it is done and shove it back in it's rightful place. I found that the liquid detergent works much better. I still have dishes to wash by hand, but it does make my work load lighter (said begrudgingly).
I could always do what my mother did when she wanted to get rid of an appliance for a new one, or decided she wasn't going to use one. She wanted a new refrigerator one time, so she would turn the temperature down to let the food spoil, then turn it back up before presenting her evidence to my Dad. He would help her toss all the food and say he was gong to go get her a new one and she would baulk at that and say that maybe the power had gone out overnight and she would "try" it again. On the third "try", she agreed to get a new one.
She could have saved all that time and energy and the cost of all that wasted food and just asked for a new appliance. My Daddy never denied her anything. He bought her a dishwasher in the last home they had. He installed it and carefully read all the instructions on the use and care of this new machine before making a file for it and putting everything pertaining to that machine in the file drawer. That was just how he was. The first time she was going to load it, he offered a few helpful suggestions .... after all their years together, you would think he would know better. She dropped what she was doing and walked out of the kitchen saying that he could load it himself FROM NOW ON. He did. It had become his task.
You would think I might have learned this tactic and followed her example. The very thought of HeWho loading my dishwasher all helter-skelter scares me. It would be hard not to re-do it every time. He has no concept of space and would either cram everything in too tight, or under load it. With just the two of us, we only run the machine every second or third day.
I have a new phone. HeWho purchased it and called me twice for passcodes and such. I can make and receive calls and text, but every other function of the phone has me locked out because I can't remember my Apple password. I have never known my Apple password. Ever. Why is this, you may be wondering. Why would I forget this important information? I cannot forget what I never knew!
HeWho programmed my old phone. If you received a call from my phone the caller ID had his name on it. The ID is my email address, but HeWho is not good at password making. I always make my passwords mean something to me. So that I can remember them. He makes passwords with random letters, numbers and symbols and is hard put to remember them. The private wi-fi here has a password and we can't use it ... because HE CAN'T REMEMBER IT!
After several attempts to change the password, I gave up. The phone tells me that the password cannot be changed because it has already been changed too many times. Um, not by me. Because I would know what the password was if I had changed it.
I am unhappy about this. I was in the middle of a book and that book will go back to the library today. I can't even get on that site to renew it. I handed the new phone to him this morning and he has now gone back to the store to enlist the help of the experts there. I am left here to my own devices of entertaining myself.